Chapter 162 161 Reading Poetry in Spring
Among a group of students, a girl with a ponytail stood in the middle and was reading a poem aloud:
If I love you——
< br>Not like a climbing flower in the sky,
I use your high branches to show off myself;
If I love you——
Never imitate the infatuated bird,.
"To the Oak" written by Shu Ting.
The two stopped and watched the girl reciting not far away.
"Li Li." Fang Minghua called.
"Huh?"
"I remember, when we first met, you seemed to be reciting this song at Western University, right?"
"Yes, it's so fast, already It has been almost four years." Li Li sighed and suddenly turned to look at Fang Minghua: "Do you want to listen to me reciting again?"
"Okay"
Li Li walked over. , after the girl finished reciting, she stood in the middle of the crowd and pondered for a while, then recited loudly in her Mandarin with a slight Wu accent:
My sadness rises like a faint halo because of your shining
.
On your chest
I have become a singing iris
The breeze of your breath blows me
Under the tinkling moonlight
Cover me with your broad palm
temporarily
"The Singing Iris" by Shu Ting .
The breeze blew, and Li Li's short hair was slightly raised, which reminded Fang Minghua of that summer at Western University.
Blue sky, white clouds, she is wearing a white shirt and blue suspender skirt, reading poetry.
The youthfulness has gradually faded away and I have become much more mature.
This poem is relatively long, Li Li only recited a fragment, and finally received a warm round of applause.
After a while, Li Li came out with a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses and long hair.
It's Nishikawa.
Although Fang Minghua had only seen the old Xi Chuan online before he came to this era, the slightly childish young man in front of him was him, with a slightly worried look in his eyes.
But he smiles cheerfully.
He walked up to Fang Minghua and said respectfully: "Hello, Editor Fang, I just heard from Senior Sister Li that you are welcome to participate in our poetry meeting."
"You're welcome. I'm just here for a casual visit." Fang Minghua was just about to explain his purpose when he saw Xi Chuan turn around and say loudly to his classmates.
"Students, Comrade Minghua, my country's famous avant-garde novel writer and poet, and deputy editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" magazine, is here at our poetry meeting today. Welcome!"
"Papapapa"
The students watched and applauded. When the students not far away heard the news, they also gathered around. There were suddenly more people on the grass.
Fang Minghua had no choice but to walk to the middle and smiled and said to everyone:
"Classmates, I came to see Mr. Xi Chuan for something, and I am honored to participate in your poetry meeting."
“Yanda is rich in scholars and poets, including Liu Bannong and Shen Yinmo during the Republic of China, and later He Qifang and Bian Zhilin, not to mention you in the 1980s. Please all students who love literature and poetry, pick up the pen in your hand and write poetry. , to record this era!"
"Of course, the more important thing is to submit your articles to "Yanhe" magazine, I am waiting for your masterpiece in Xijing! "
"Papapapa"< br>
There was another round of warm applause.
The girl with the ponytail who just recited Shu Ting's "To the Oak" said to Fang Minghua: "Editor Fang, today is the day when our May Fourth Literary Club reads poetry. Can you also recite a poem for everyone? ”
"Yes, recite one too!"
"Also, you can't recite what others have written, you must recite what you have written!"
"It is best if it is newly written and has not been published. "Yes!"
"Yes, Editor Fang recited a new poem. If we don't submit our poems to "Poetry Magazine" or "Stars" from now on, we will submit them to Yanhe!" The girl with the ponytail shouted the loudest.
Later, Fang Minghua found out that her name was Zhang Wan, and she was now the girlfriend and future wife of Luo Yihe, one of the three swordsmen of Yan University.
The scene is a bit out of control.
Zhang Wan simply said loudly:
"Now let's ask the editor-in-chief of Minghua to recite a new poem he wrote for everyone! Everyone is welcome!"
"Pa bang bang"< br>
Another round of warm applause. Li Li also stood at the outermost edge and looked at him with a smile.
It seemed that it was impossible not to do what they wanted today, so Fang Ming had no choice but to walk to the middle of the circle and said: "In that case, I will recite a new poem on the spot. It is spring, and I am also spring. Read poetry!”
After that, he cleared his throat and read aloud:
A flower,
come to work in the world,
What you earn is the favor of passers-by and your sweethearts.
I ignite the spring breeze,
rush forward in the dim night,
when will we meet,
until the last flower blooms.
"Wow, the writing is so beautiful!"
Zhang Wan was the first to praise it loudly.
Another round of applause.
Li Li, who was standing outside, also listened quietly to his recitation of poetry.
It is rare to hear him write poetry.
He now only writes novels.
Realism, magical realism, stream of consciousness
But in my heart I still like his poems, which are simple, pure and clean.
Just like the poem "Youth and Flowers" he once wrote to himself in a letter
The beauty of this spring is related to flowers
The green lavender has not been dried,
and your warm cotton skirt is fluttering in the silence of the snow in that northern city
.
Did he also write poems to his cousin Tangtang?
I must have written love poems, right?
Li Li fell into a certain emotion, while Fang Minghua and Xi Chuan stood aside and talked.
"Xichuan, have you written poetry recently?"
"Editor Fang, I recently wrote a poem, I don't know if it will work. This is what I just recited at the poetry meeting. ." Said Xichuan took out two crumpled papers from his clothes and handed them to Fang Minghua.
It is a long poem:
There is a mystery that you cannot control
You can only play the role of a bystander
Let the mysterious power
Send a signal from a distant place
Send light and penetrate your heart
< br>Like tonight, in Hargai
Ouch
This is Nishikawa's masterpiece.
"Looking up at the stars in Hargai"!
Fang Minghua read it carefully again and then said: "This poem is very good. I plan to publish it in the poetry column of "Yanhe" next month. When I go back, I will give you a formal letter and royalties. Do you have any other poems?”
“Yes, yes” Nishikawa was surprised and happy.
"Looking Up at the Starry Sky at Hargai" was originally intended to be published in the "Weiming Lake (Internal Communication Edition)" sponsored by the May 4th Literary Society of Yan'an University. Now it can be published in a national-level literary journal, which is certainly a joy.
"I have another song, which was published in our school's internal journal. Wait a minute, I'll go back to the dormitory."
After saying that, Nishikawa quickly ran towards the dormitory.
"Fang Minghua, isn't there a poem from Xichuan not enough?" Li Li asked.
"Of course it's Han Xin who's in charge, the more the merrier." Fang Minghua said: "I'm going to run a special issue of college poets and launch a grand batch of poems!"
Not long after, Nishikawa ran over panting and took another poem manuscript.
It's "The Sound of Autumn":
Let me chew the sound of autumn
Like an old horse
Chewing the grass that smells of earth
Like the blue sky
Chewing the disappearing thunder
Molten steel in this converter
This is also an early work of Nishikawa.
Great!
"I want this poem too. Write down your resume and ask Li Li to hand it over to me." Fang Minghua said with a smile: "By the way, where's Luo Yihe from your literary club? And Zha Haisheng?"
"It seems that Senior Sister Li Li has told you everything about our literary club." Do you want to see him at the Philosophy Teaching and Research Office?"
"Yes, I want to see him."
"Shall I take you there?" Nishikawa said.
"No, as you are the president, you should continue to host the poetry meeting. We cannot do without you here." Fang Minghua said, "I will go alone, I am familiar with Yanjing."
"Xichuan, I'll accompany him." This is what Li Li said.
Fang Minghua looked at her: "You have no class this afternoon?"
"No."
"Okay."
(End of this chapter)